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Celebrities                                                       Back

 

 

VERSE 1

Well here's the way I think about it - maybe you can find the flaws

You're takin' your celebrity and fighting against the cause

You bark out order like you're in charge, but it's them to thank for you living large

Even though I like your movies and your songs all sell

You can keep your unqualified comments to yourselves.

Don't let anyone tell you there's a place for complacency.

 

CHORUS

Thanks god for regular types, but not celebrities.

The ones that risk their lives are the real celebrities

I'll take the ordinary folks every time.

 

VERSE 2

Now we see the real you, and understand what your writers do.

Definitely give peace a chance, but 9-11 says take a stance

That free flag's flying not cause of your bravery

Don't let anyone tell you there's a place for complacency.

 

CHORUS

 

VERSE 3

Dixie Chicks, well you used to be fine,

Now you are no better than Martin Sheen's lame sign

Nobody cares what state you're from, not a Pearl Jam concert, or your curriculum.

Free flag's fly not because of you.

Don't let anyone tell you there's a place for complacency.

 

CHORUS

 

BRIDGE

Freedom - I think that's worth fighting for

An once of prevention - is worth a pound of cure.

So you can take your celluloid and stick it with your hemorrhoids

In fact include the stuff of yours I bought if it'll fit in there.

Don't let anyone tell you there's a place for complacency.

 

CHORUS

 

VERSE 4

Mellencamp, now you're on of them.

Your new song blows like Beastie Boys and R.E.M.

Then there's France: an old artistic superstar

With their hands, in the cookie jar

No body cares about the way you vote, it's a business decision for the status quo.

The free world's growing thanks to the rest of us.

Don't be surprised if the criminals hide as another one bites the dust.

 

CHORUS

 

 

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